Now then we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God did beseech you by us: we pray you in Christ’s stead, be ye reconciled to God. ~ 2 Corinthians 5:20
Merriam-Webster defines ambassador as: (1) an official envoy—especially: a diplomatic agent of the highest rank accredited to a foreign government or sovereign as the resident representative of his or her own government or sovereign or appointed for a special and often temporary diplomatic assignment; (2) an authorized representative or messenger.
In Apostle Paul’s second letter to the Corinthians, he uses the phrase ambassadors for Christ. As Christians, we are Jesus Christ’s representatives. We are His official messengers, whose role as ambassadors reflect the official position of Jesus Christ who gave us authority through the power of God. As ambassadors we have been approved by God to be entrusted with the gospel so we speak, not to please man, but to please God who tests our hearts (1 Thessalonians 2:4).
While we journey through life, we are not of this world, even though we are in this world (John 17:16). Paul encourages the Philippians not to walk as the world, but to remember that their citizenship—as well as ours—is in heaven (Philippians 3:20). As ambassadors, we may be sent out as sheep in the midst of wolves, nevertheless, we must be wise as serpents, and harmless as doves (Matthew 10:16). We must easily be distinguishable from the world, yet we must not be arrogant or withdrawn from society, nor antisocial.
It is an honor to serve as an ambassador for Jesus Christ. Our love for one another is an identifying characteristic to the world (John 13:35). With our imperfections, we must seek to look more and more like Jesus Christ (2 Corinthians 3:18). So that when someone comes in contact with us, they quickly see and feel the love of Jesus Christ in our words and in our actions.
For above all that we are—above the prestigious titles, affiliations, privilege positions, and lofty goals—others should immediately recognize that we are ambassadors for Jesus Christ. . . first!
God bless. . . I am Wiley’s granddaughter.